Saturated

This is the time of day when my neighbourhood turns golden.

Another Sunset

I've always been fascinated by the sky. When I was first given a camera to call my own, I would take photos of sunsets and cloud formations that I thought were pretty, for fear of never seeing something like that again. Of course, since the sky is ever changing, there were times when I would take fifteen photos in the space of five minutes, because that cloud moved slightly or the sky turned a shade pinker or there's a bird there now or a myriad of other reasons. And this was before the advent of digital cameras. I used a lot of film. I have a very large pile of cloud photographs in my drawer that are begging to be transformed into something brilliant but I've no idea what that could be yet.

I'm still cursed with this affliction. My symptoms are even worse now, as I have a digital camera these days, so there's no limit to how many photos I can take.

Bedroom Love.

I've realised that I adore my bedroom. It was love at first sight. It's not due to the built-in wardrobes, nor the pictures I have plastered all over the walls, nor the fact that it's so spacious, though these are definitely all factors.

It's due to the vast expanse of window which allows me a grand view of the sky and buildings in the distance. I can see rain roll in, clouds dance across the sky, the lights of the city twinkle in the distance, the colour stain of sunsets, birds sweep past (and they seem terribly fond of my roof)... That and the fact that I can see the backyard of the neighbours across the street, and they have a tendency to firetwirl in the middle of the night as I sit at my desk.




And that's not to mention the view of the sunset from the balcony...




Seriously. That's what I see from my balcony in the evening. Pretty happy about that.